Allison Dolo Whore ❤️

About Catania

Picture this—some dude, lonely as hell, spots a whore on the street, and bam! It’s like, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” straight outta the movie! He’s lost, man, lost in the sauce, and she’s the quick fix. Ain’t that wild? I read once—true story—back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde to stand out. Freaky, huh? Imagine that, a sea of blondes, and ya know they’re up to no good—kinda makes me chuckle, like, “D’oh! Sneaky lil’ minxes!”

Where does dolo come from?

First stop, the market at Piazza della Libertà. I love that place! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals. But today? Ugh, it was packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. And then, I see this old dude selling the biggest melons. I mean, HUGE. I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, who needs weights when you can just carry one of those around?

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